Bad Idea Twenty-Five
This has to be the most awkward double date in history.
The sound of our utensils hitting the plates fills our silence. None of us seem to be interested in starting a coversation. Well, except Jianna who is oblivious to the cheating couple sitting next to us. She tries once in a while to bring up a subject but we always keep it small answers.
It’s times like these that make me wish I was home. That must say a lot too considering how much I hate being at home. Especially with my mama and papa there.
Also, it doesn’t help when Malia gets jealous every time she sees Easton with Jianna. She keeps fidgeting and clenching onto the sides of her chair. I try to distract her with some small talk once in a while, this is to keep her from going crazy on the couple in front of us.
Who’s stupid idea was this again?
Once we split the check-in half between Easton and me, we all quickly headed our way out. Malia had protested at first about how she could pay for her own. I had to remind her that in most relationships, especially on a date, ninety-nine percent of males pay. So, of course, she cursed at me for being smart but let me pay in the end.
In the parking lot we said our goodbyes and it was no secret everybody was happy to have this double date done with.
“God, that was fucking dreadful.” I lowly chuckled and Malia pulls off her seatbelt, “Yes, yes it was. Can we never do it again please?” I nodded my head in agreement and we got out of the car.
I decided to take the impala since we were on the rich side of Morhills. If I had taken my impala there is no doubt they wouldn’t have let me in the restaurant.
The same restaurant Malia works at during the holidays.
Malia and stood in front of each other and she held out her hand for me to shake. I looked at her weirdly but slipped my hand into hers.
“Don’t get all cocky but I’m glad you were there with me. There isn’t anyone else I would’ve liked to be in that situation with.”
I laughed and shook her hand, “Yeah, well I’m always going to be there whenever you need me for a double date with your boyfriend and his other girlfriend.”
“Promise?” She smiled and squeezed my hand.
"Always,” I whispered to her.
We stared at each other for a moment, letting the burning butterflies surround us. Not a moment is lost between us and we suck in the love, like between us.
Do or say something, invite her over.
You’re supposed to invite a girl over after the date.
I broke our trance so I could check the driveway to see if anyone was home. And from the looks of both the driveway and house? No one is home.
Our hands are still joined and I don’t plan on letting go, it seems neither is she.
“Is anyone home?” I motioned over to her house and she glances over her shoulder, “Everyone went out for the night.” I nodded my head slowly and felt myself get slightly nervous.
“It seems to be the same for me...want to come inside?”
There, fuck it, I asked her.
Shit, I’ve never been so nervous in my life. I’m surprised she hasn’t pointed out my handshaking or sweating.
Her eyes turn a bit wide and she sucks in a breath. I know she didn’t expect me to ask that so I don’t blame her for being shocked.
Malia is hesitant for a bit before nodding her head, “Yeah, I would love to.”
I sucked in a breath and let a smile take over my face.
Nobody needs to know this but I feel like a kid on Christmas.
Little ten-year-old me is singing, “Malia is coming over! Malia is coming over!”
Pull yourself together, Reyes. It’s not like we’ll do anything except probably watch a movie or possibly play some board games. Either or I don’t mind. Being with Malia is all I truly want.
I’m sure my parents and siblings won’t be home until later so having her over will be okay. I’ll get her out of the house before any of the Reyes chaos comes to life.
“Alright, come one,” I said squeezing her hand and pulling her along with me towards my house. She laughs quickly following behind me, “I haven’t been in your house since our playdates.” I snorted and quickly pulled out the house key to open the door.
I feel Malia’s fingers tighten around my hand and I turn to her with a confused expression.
Her green eyes stared up at me and she lets out a breathy laugh, “Is that a bracelet on your key chain?”
My stomach dropped and I started to remember everything that happened.
Grandpa dying, his words and promises. Little me going over to her house for the promise of ‘always’ only to hear what she truly thought of me.
Does she still think of me like that?
“Yeah, it was grandma Reyes’. My grandpa bought it for her and her last wish before she died was for it to be an heirloom. I ended up getting it in the will after my grandpa died.” I explained and watched her facial expression the whole time.
Nothing but adoration was shown. I can see the awe in her green eyes and her smile widening at my every word.
“Can I see it?”
My heart is pounding against my chest and I feel like trusting my flight instinct.
What will be the harm in her seeing it?
She beamed and let go of my hand. I almost reached out to grab it but I stopped myself when I realized I’d step too far if I did.
I handed her my keychain and she quickly took it.
Malia dangles the keychain in front of her face and her eyes light up at the view of the blue butterfly.
“It’s beautiful. So beautiful,” She whispered and I don’t miss the fascination in her eyes as she studies the bracelet.
She touches the blue butterfly and turns it over to the silver side.
“For the love of my life, my butterfly.” She read out loud and I felt happiness surround my body.
If she was mine...I would have kissed the life out of her at this moment.
I’m so in love with her.
“Keep it,” I whispered at her before I could even realize what I’m saying. She looks up at me shocked and shakes her head, “No, it’s a family heirloom. This should be for your future wife.” I snorted and grabbed the keychain, taking off the bracelet from it, “From the looks of it? I’m not getting married. Keep it, Malia. It’s yours.”
I grabbed her wrist with my free hand and put the bracelet around it.
This feels right.
It feels perfect.
“Are you sure?” She twisted her wrist slowly between us and I smiled at her, “It fits you perfectly. A beautiful butterfly bracelet for—” I placed my hand on her cheek and pressed my forehead with hers, “—my butterfly.” I brushed my lips against hers.
She sucked in a breath but didn’t pull away.
“Thank you,” She whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck.
Everything about her is so beautiful. Those beautiful, fiery green eyes stare into my brown ones.
We stayed like this for what seemed like forever. But it didn’t matter if someone we knew passed by and saw us. Being in a fake relationship gives us an advantage.
My thumb lightly pressed against her bottom lip and brought it down. Her eyes green now swirling with the fire of desire and want. I can feel her fingers clenching onto the back of my jacket and her body pressing more against mine.
Anybody in our position would kiss. They would say “fuck it” and finally do it. But there will always be consequences behind it. Not only will she probably regret it but it’ll hurt Easton. And hurting Easton has never been my intention. He’s still my best friend and her boyfriend.
This is wrong, yet so fucking right.
Give me the chance, Myers. The chance to love you as you deserve.
“We should get inside,” I said pulling away from her and she fell slightly limp. Her arms falling back to her side and her breathing was a bit labored.
I was afraid I’d fucked it up but when she nodded her head, I knew everything was going to be okay.
“After you.” I opened the door, holding it open for her.
She walked inside slowly and I walked in behind her.
“Your mom has great taste,” She chuckled at the red-painted walls and it’s correspondence with all the white furniture.
I closed the door behind me and locked it.
“Yeah, she’s one of a kind. You want anything to drink?” I asked pulling off my jacket and placing it on the armchair of the couch. She shook her head and pulled off her sweater, “I’m okay, thank you.”
My eyes travel down to her at her off-the-shoulder black dress. It has ruffles on the bottom of it and fits so perfectly with her curves.
Malia knows how to dress and god does it drive me crazy.
Most—specifically ninety-nine percent of what she wears drives me crazy.
How am I supposed to control myself when she’s showing off those beautiful legs of hers?
“My room is upstairs if you want to see it?” I licked my lips to stop myself from smirking. She whipped around to face me with a raised eyebrow, “Show me the way.”
That’s my girl.
It’s always been easy with Malia. She understood my meanings behind blocked-out words. It also helps whenever I’m flirting with her. Like right now.
I motioned for her to follow me and she did. We headed up the stairs and into my room.
Malia glanced around my room as if she was seeing it for the first time.
Well, technically she was.
It’s not much to my room if I was being honest. I got some posters, my guitar, bookshelves, my bed, closet, soccer and basketball gear, and my desk. Nothing special.
I’m looking at my desk when I do a double-take at it.
I had forgotten about the framed photo. Mama had fixed the small handle where the nail enters. It broke a few days ago when I’d been throwing the soccer ball around.
I’d been bored, sue the fuck out of me.
My feet took big steps towards the desk and when I got there, I quickly grabbed the framed photo and placed it into the drawer of the desk.
When I turned around to see if Malia had seen it, she was flopping herself down on my bed and laughing.
“This is so comfortable.” She snuggled into my sheets and I grinned at her.
She looks so beautiful on my bed. Her black hair is spread out on the pillow and the side of her face is pressed against my pillow.
The number of times I’ve pictured kissing and touching her on my bed ran through my mind at this moment.
God, give me patience and control.
Malia sits up from my bed, elbows holding her up and green eyes staring up at me from under those long, beautiful eyelashes. It seems she’s thinking the same things as me.
She cleared her throat and motioned over to my guitar.
I grabbed it from beside the desk and walked over to the bed. She moved closer to the edge and sat next to me.
I hand her the guitar and she is quick to ask questions.
“How did you learn?”
Of course, she’s seen it before, but Malia has never asked questions. I’m surprised she is now.
“Mama used to be a guitarist before going into nursing. My grandma from papa’s side had taught her most of what she knows. Grandma Reyes had been in a band back in Mexico. When Grandpa Reyes and her moved here she ended up becoming a stay-at-home mom. Of course, Grandma Reyes hated being at home with nothing to do while Papa was at school so she ended up doing lessons for people who wanted to learn how to play the guitar. Mama had taken lessons when she was our age because she had a huge crush on papa. It’d been her way to get closer to him. It worked as we can see.”
Malia chuckled and ran her fingers all over the stickers on the guitar. She even tries to play the guitar but ends up being off-key.
I snorted with a shake of my head and sat closer to her.
“Here. Let me show you.”
She handed me the guitar and I grabbed it. I started with something easy, a small part of Happy Birthday.
“Try it,” I said handing her back the guitar and she takes it. But when she tries to do it; it ends up being off-key again.
I chuckled and pressed my front side against her back. I put my hands over hers and slightly intertwined my fingers with hers.
“First you need to put these fingers—“I placed her fingertips on the chords, “—and there on here.” I placed her other fingertips on the other chords
She nodded her head and leaned more into me.
Crazy, crazy is what she makes me.
My mouth is right against her ear so I whisper into it.
“You start slow.” I started to move our right hands and the music came alive.
We stayed there, pressed against each other the whole Happy Birthday song. None of us seemed to want to pull away.
Good, I want to stay here forever. With her. Always.
Malia looks over her shoulder at me and stares down at my lips. I curved them a bit and asked, “Do you get it now?” My eyes moved down to her lips and they curved up too, “Not one clue.”
We both laughed and finally pulled away from each other.
“Okay, let’s—” I cut myself off when I hear the sound of the front door slamming shut.
Please, tell me it’s one of the kids.
Suddenly I start to hear Mama yelling in Spanish and then Papa yelling back in the same language.
My eyes dart to Malia who’s staring at my bedroom door with her eyebrows brought together.
This cannot be happening. Not right now.
Mama starts yelling about bailing papa out of jail and I know it’s over with. There’s no explaining all of this to Malia. She knows now.
Fuck me sideways.
“I’m sorry,” I blurt out and she snapped her head towards me with a confused expression. She was quiet at first but I can see all the questions running through her head.
One part of me is screaming to kick her out while the other part of me is telling me it’s okay. She won’t tell, it’ll be okay.
“Does this happen every day?” She finally asks and I hesitate to answer.
Tell her. We need someone to talk to.
Okay, I trust her.
I nodded my head and said, “Sometimes they fight all night and I can’t sleep. The kids come into my room and we try to play board games to distract ourselves from all of it. Papa is a drunk and mama loves him too much to divorce him.”
There I said it.
I waited for the pity, the sorry even though it’s not her fault to come. But nothing.
She only moves to the middle part of the bed and tells me to lay next to her.
Uh, what’s going on?
“Come here,” She smiles at me knowing I’m overthinking all of this.
Okay, well—I moved to the middle of the bed and lay down next to her.
Brown to green eyes.
Malia grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers together. Her fingers tightening around mine and filling it with warmth.
“When my mom and dad fought Vikki would always cry. So, of course, I tried to find ways to calm her and it seems singing to her ended up being the main way. She said it would draw out the fighting and help her fall asleep. Is it okay if I sing?”
I didn’t know I could more in love than I already did. I’m past falling in love. I am done for. There is no return for what I feel for her. Every part of me is owned by her and filled with everything of her.
“Yeah, it’s okay.”
She smiled at me before taking a deep breath in and out. Then she started to sing ‘Dusk Till Dawn’ by Zayn and Sia. A song I’ve added to our playlist yesterday.
I hadn’t known she was listening to it.
Now I know.
And fuck, I love her for it.
Her voice was a bit whispered but good enough for my hearing.
Malia never fails to show off her beautiful vocals. I never understood why she tried to hide it before. She has such a beautiful voice and I could never get tired of it.
I could hear her sing to me over and over, I’ll never get enough of it.
When the duet verse came in, I joined her in singing the song.
She was surprised at first but a smile took over her face.
I moved my face closer to hers so our noses were touching. We closed our eyes at the same time and kept singing together.
“I’ll hold you when things go wrong...I’ll be with you from dusk till dawn.”
Our vocals combining and harmony surrounding the both of us.
Malia and I finished the song off together, never coming out of our bliss.
My eyes slowly open and they’re met with her green ones.
Everything in me is screaming to kiss her.
“I can sing another song?” She suggests but I shook my head, “That song was perfect. You’re perfect. So beautiful and warm and all I want to do is kiss you right now.” I placed my palm on her cheek and rubbed my thumb on her bottom lip.
She didn’t pull away but didn’t dare move.
I whispered, “So beautiful like a butterfly.”
Malia took in a deep breath and started to lean into me. Her plumped, red-stained lips ready to be pressed against mine.
Maybe one little kiss won’t—my thoughts are cut off when my bedroom door swings open. Malia and I quickly pulled away from each other.
I looked up to see mama staring down at us with wide eyes.
Mama looks panicked that Malia is in my room at this moment. It’s without doubt mama knows Malia heard everything that happened downstairs.
“Malia, sweetie, hello.” Mama is quick to keep her composer, Malia stands up from the bed and says, “Hello, Mrs. Reyes. It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other in here.”
Did she seriously just say that?
I put my fist against my mouth to cover my laugh.
“I’m so sorry about...” Mama trails off and stares down at the floor with embarrassment washing over her.
I’m going to kill papa for this.
The fucking asshole needs to learn how to control his temper. I have no doubt he was arrested for starting a bar fight. It happens all the time. Worst part? It’s his fucking bar.
Malia shakes her head and reassures mama, “I didn’t hear a thing.”
Mama glances over at me for more reassurance and I nodded my head letting her know it was okay. She smiles at Malia and says, “Thank you. You’re always welcome here. But it’s getting late. You guys have somewhere to be tomorrow.”
Malia nodded her head and said her goodbyes.
“I’ll walk you out,” I said standing up from the bed and she nods her head saying another goodbye to mama.
“Goodnight, sweetie. Sleep well.”
Malia and I headed downstairs, I grabbed her sweater and handed it over at the door.
“I’m sorry about all of this.” I glanced over my shoulder at a passed-out papa. He’s snoring his ass away on the couch.
She shakes her head and places a hand on my chest, “Like I said I didn’t hear a thing. But just so you know, I went through the same thing. If you ever need to escape? My window is always open for you to come right over and talk.”
I smiled at her and only gave a curt nod.
“I’ll see you tomorrow in the morning. Goodnight, Reyes.”
She left right after.
I closed the door once I saw her go inside her house. I needed to make sure nothing bad was going to happen while she walked across the lawn. You never know these days.
When I saw her go inside, I finally eased my fight instinct and closed the door. I turned around to see mama there with a wide grin on her face.
What is she smiling about?
Mama raises an eyebrow at me which gives away exactly what she’s trying to say.
I shook my head and pressed my lips together to stop my smile.
“She’s still with Easton, Mama.” And mama, of course, says, “Not for long. That girl likes you.”
Myers probably still thinks I hate her. And right now there’s nothing I could do about that. Not when I have to risk telling her my feelings, getting rejected, and losing my best friend.